(Stop the car...
  Brooklyn
  Do somethin to make me feel better
  - I'ma do somethin to make you feel great)
  
  It's like
  Bon Appetit y'all
  
  [ VERSE 1: O.C. ]
  Commonly known as O.C. to some of y'all
  My peoples call me Mush or Mush
  Say it with different twang, it means the same, nigga
  The love of her life to your wife is Von Zipper
  Shoot darts like cupid, leave em stuck on stupid
  How I manoeuvre, leavin em sayin oohs and aahs
  Your dream boat-type of man, I'm a god
  A straight sin to a love-struck sucker involved
  My niggas gimme pound, envious niggas they just nod
  (I see everything) to observe is not the word
  My style is reserved, a-ddress me as Sir Fly
  Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin for number one and shit
  Brooklyn born and bred, reppin my residence
  I can't live with that, I'm reppin NY
  The rotten apple is a place where the strong reside
  Some of the illest have died, puttin them feelings aside
  But on the live, yo, never seen my cousin Chuck [Name]
  Words like cum like a bird suckin me off
  She tellin me let her know at the moment I blow
  I got sin in my veins, hope I don't burn up in flames
  They say tigers nevfer change they stripes, whoever said it was right
  And I say love is life with larceny
  Chicken pieces wanna grease up with the darker me
  Or maybe possibly rotatin constantly
  You mufuckas don't want no type of parts of me
  It's Mush
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  I lay me down to sleep
  And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
  Rubbin on my rosary beeds
  That if there shouldn't be a dawn
  That I rise and yawn
  Then so be it
  This is to my niggas, if I should die
  Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute
  Cock, aim and shoot
  ( *gunshots* )
  
  [ VERSE 2: O.C. ]
  Yo, echoin shots in your hallways
  This is for gangsta niggas fittin the MO
  I'm reckon that my medicine will leave you stimmo
  Just feel low, step in my world, there's nothin to fear
  Who claimin they live, this is live right here
  Walkin with a slew foot and a bop
  Speak sideways when I talk
  Even when I'm not high my eyes are small
  Not very short, yet I'm not so tall
  But I got a big heart, big hands and some big-ass balls
  I spray walls like a dog, markin territories off
  Everytime I touch down in a city of yours
  I mix and mingle with my boys, shootin winks at the broads
  Shootin drinks to the players, keepin in peace is all
  With the fine rides with Wildlife niggas inside
  Ahmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, 'Nesse, Dre, Buck and PA
  My nigga [Name], the women catch a glimpse
  As they focus they vision on these players and pimps
  Who keep it gully? (That nigga Mush)
  Who play it cool like Arthur Fonzarelli
  Dippin through my hood with no kind of worries
  On the block drinkin malt liquors and hard liquor
  Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin Jigga
  I'm from B-r-(double o)-k-l-y-n
  And if I wasn't, nigga, then why would I say I am?
  I'm from the (slums) with the (bums) and the (rats) and the (guns)
  Where the drugs get slung, dispose condoms with cum - one